"Wasted Time"
If it is true...that love is blind;
Why is true love so hard to find?
So many years observing the possibilities,
Not one..ring in hand..down on his knees.
With eyes wide open, seeking Mr. Right,
Yet still lying restless and alone at night.
As these long years slowly pass me by,
Even a short bald one would be worth a try.
Lower your standards, is all that one hears,
Or remain on your own, the rest of your years.
Now dating more, searching through the crowd,
Finding many losers who are boisterous and loud.
Looking at men now...at the end of the line,
Drunkards and idlers, divorcees and jerks of all kinds;
Alone home alone...guess I am left on the shelf;
There must be one out there... I say to myself.
There is a lot of action..on the bad end of the line;
Guess I 'll stay alone, I am tired of wasting my time.
   Valentine